Cameron's Monday

His small face warmed the feathers beneath the pillow and carved a likeness sure of itself Dawn is here The light comes for him although he does not welcome it Legs stay wrapped and sweating around soft sheets Hands float upward and surrender to sleep Not today he dreams, not Monday Today I will glide down the staircase guided by my thoughts of what is outside I will watch the dogs and crush the leaves beneath my feet school is so far away I can see the sky now as the window chills my forehead